Too Precious

I wanted to capture a snowflake

Whose perfect symmetry entranced me;

It’s six sides twirling prettily,

A thousand colours bouncing off its surface.

I thought of stretching out my hand to hold it,

and make it mine,

So I could cherish it,

When I remembered how it floated into my hand.

But I thought of my scorching touch,

Against its delicate crystal beauty,

And I let the moment pass,

To experience it again,

And value it as much.

I had captured it where it matters the most.